I just need to rest, that’s all, to rest and sleep some, and maybe die a little.

That little touch is not in the books, but I wish it had been in the books because it was a great addition.

I'm sorry that I never trusted you. I don't know how to do that anymore.

Nothing burns like the cold. But only for a while. Then it gets inside you and starts to fill you up, and after a while you don't have the strength to fight it.

They say night's beauties fade at dawn, and the children of wine are oft disowned in the morning light.

Believe it or not, I worked four summers in college as a sports writer covering baseball for a parks and rec department in Bayonne, N.J.

Robert was never the same after he put on that crown. Some men are like swords, made for fighting. Hang them up and they go to rust.